You keep acting like sex is the issue. It’s not. You barely touch me, barely talk to me, barely say anything kind to me, and then out of nowhere you’re horny and suddenly I’m supposed to be available? After we’ve been fighting? After you called me ugly? After days of making me feel like I don’t even exist? Do you hear how fucked up that is? So yeah, when it happens at random times, my mind goes straight to wondering who the fuck got you worked up before you came looking for me. Because there is no intimacy between us leading up to it. No closeness. No affection. No reassurance. Nothing. I’m just here. That doesn’t make me feel desired, Cliff. It makes me feel convenient. And then you wonder why I don’t trust you. You can’t treat your wife like she’s invisible, insult her, shut her out, make her question everything, and then expect her body to magically forget all of it because you suddenly feel like fucking. That’s not intimacy. That’s insulting.
